Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.